The lilacs are in bloom in Madison. Inevitably I am reminded of the poem part of which we memorized in grade school: Walt Whitman's "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d":
.... In the door-yard fronting an old farm-house, near the white-wash’d palings,
Stands the lilac bush, tall-growing, with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
With many a pointed blossom, rising, delicate, with the perfume strong I love,
With every leaf a miracle......and from this bush in the door-yard,
With delicate-color’d blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig, with its flower, I break.....
When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d. Whitman, Walt. 1900. Leaves of Grass
.... In the door-yard fronting an old farm-house, near the white-wash’d palings,
Stands the lilac bush, tall-growing, with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
With many a pointed blossom, rising, delicate, with the perfume strong I love,
With every leaf a miracle......and from this bush in the door-yard,
With delicate-color’d blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig, with its flower, I break.....
When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d. Whitman, Walt. 1900. Leaves of Grass
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